I hope your weekend was as fabulous as mine! I spent the last few days welcoming myself into my official late-twenties. It’s important to start each year with a bang, right?
On my actual birthday, Mike took me to dinner at the Chop House. I enjoyed a perfect, mid-rare filet mignon, topped with béarnaise sauce and a side of onion rings (sorry Weight Watchers, I’ll be back later this week). I was so jazzed about the steak I didn’t think to take a pic until the very last bite!
I rounded out the meal with a slice of New York cheesecake. Unfortunately, I had to school Mike in the rules of fine dining…When the waitress asks if you would like two glasses of complimentary champagne to celebrate your recent engagement, are you really going to take a pause to think about it? Honestly, what would Emily Post say..
Year after year, I claim the Azalea Pre-Festival party is actually my birthday party and invite my friends to celebrate with me. I even bring Sleeping Booty and provide an open bar! I’m the best, right?
|My charming fiance, Mike, and I|
|All the ladies at Pre-Festival party|
Saturday night my sister took me to one of my favorite “lady restaurants”, Cameo 1900. I call it a lady restaurant because Mike refuses to eat at Tapas restaurants (“you mean all the food is on small plates?”…let’s just say he ordered the Cowboy Ribeye at the Chop House), so I have to go with my girlfriends.
|Burger Sliders with Goat Cheese & Onion Marmalade|
|Filet Mignon with Butternut Squash Risotto|
By Sunday I was ready for some rest, relaxation, and water…but what’s a girl to do when she discovers Las Olas has $3 red sangria Sundays? Maybe will power will come in my 28th year..